The song was one from King Zhou in Liu Lang’s past life.
What was interesting, though, was that Liu Lang didn’t actually choose it himself—it was more like Hua Chenxue chose it for him. His words had sparked an idea for Liu Lang.
When he used the Memory Extraction Card, he’d entered:
A beautiful love song to gift a pretty girl. Something suitable for suddenly appearing on a dating show, upbeat and full of passion…
The system analyzed the request and selected that very song, downloading Liu Lang’s past-life memories of it in full.
To be honest, Liu Lang himself was a little stunned when he saw the result.
He had to admit—the lyrics were a surprisingly good fit. Especially the last verse. A bit over the top, sure… but still fitting.
He had one other problem though: singing this song with just a guitar wouldn’t bring out its full potential.
So, he had an idea and turned to his little assistant:
Liu Lang: “Xiao Ai, didn’t you once say you were a super AI piece of—”
Xiao Ai: “Stop right there! What do you want?”
Liu Lang: “Bro’s gonna sing this song on a show. Can you help me make an instrumental version?”
Xiao Ai: “Just convert the audio, and I’ll remove the vocals for you.”
Liu Lang: “No way!”
Xiao Ai: “What, that’s too much? Fine, give me the specs and I’ll search online for materials and whip up an AI-animated video with lyrics and everything.”
Liu Lang: (￣口￣）… “Xiao Ai, you better not go wandering around out there.”
Xiao Ai: “???”
Liu Lang: “Honest kids like you get taken advantage of in the real world.”
Xiao Ai: “… “
Liu Lang hadn’t expected the system to be this powerful.
He definitely hadn’t expected Xiao Ai to be this capable.
So he asked the production team for a computer—not really for himself, but to set up a workstation for Xiao Ai.
All that dramatic clicking and typing? Yeah, that was just for show.
In reality, he didn’t know jack.
He was just bluffing to avoid raising suspicion.
Seriously though—AI really is one of humanity’s greatest tools.
It can’t think for you, but it sure saves you the time of thinking.
Liu Lang tossed out a bunch of wild ideas and keywords, and then Xiao Ai got to work—searching, analyzing, modeling—and whipped up this chaotic, yet somehow artistic MV.
It was supposed to be random.
But done in a comic-style montage, it ended up having this whole surreal, artsy vibe.
Like, where do you even go to complain about something like that?
At this moment, the cheerful rhythm and romantic energy rolled in like a wave.
Liu Tianxian was a little stunned.
She’d been in the entertainment industry for years—there wasn’t much she hadn’t seen.
But this? This situation was new even to her.
She’d picked Liu Lang because he felt kind of like her: uncomplicated, not actually looking for romance. A solid choice for a human shield.
Subconsciously, she already saw him as a teammate.
So when Hua Chenxue started picking on him, she couldn’t help but step in.
Under normal circumstances, she’d never go out of her way to connect with someone, let alone be the first to show kindness.
As for the whole “gift” thing? That was never something she cared about.
But now?
This was way, way beyond what she had expected.
Liu Lang not only took on the challenge fearlessly—he’d taken the impossible and made it possible.
He’d actually composed and performed a love song… on the spot!?
She stared at the screen, at the whimsical, fantastical, and deeply romantic animation that had the innocence of a child’s dream.
Was this… was this gift really for her?
It was so unique.
So very, very unique.
Especially that lazy but energetic voice singing:
“I make a wish on a shooting star with all my heart…
Flying for love, escaping gravity with passion.
Naming a star just for you,
Sending my love across the lightyears.
Flying for love, escaping gravity with passion.
In this zero-gravity universe,
I’m landing—for you!”
Boom!
Liu Tianxian felt like a beam of light had struck her.
Her mind went completely blank.
Her heart fluttered, and every pore in her body seemed to be greedily soaking up this warm and fuzzy sensation.
This feeling…!!?
Liu Tianxian stood there, utterly at a loss, dazed.
On screen, a boy held a girl’s hand, floating together into the distance through a dazzling, fantastical universe…
The animation ended.
The music faded.
Silence.
Everyone stared at the screen, stunned.
In the livestream, the chat froze for a second—and then exploded:
“Holy shit!” “Holy shit!” “That was insane!”
Clearly, what just happened had blown everyone’s mind.
“You gotta be kidding!
That was too damn good!”
“Where’s the rock music? Bro just dropped a goddamn nuke!”
“Did he just make an entire MV on the spot!? That’s top-tier music production right there!”
“And it’s original???”
“No way this was impromptu. Gotta be scripted!”
“Seriously though, that song was really good!”
“Right? It’s a completely different kind of love song. No sadness, no drama—just happy, high-energy love.”
“Compared to that earlier ‘Prince & Beggar’ act, this is next level.”
“Dude, this show’s vibe just skyrocketed.”
“This guy could coast on his looks—but nope, turns out he’s legit talented. I’m voting now!”
“+1. This dude’s a king. Straight up fan now!”
The livestream was going nuts.
Popularity soared straight through the roof.
Liu Lang’s vote count began to spike, forming a dramatic parabolic arc upward.
The people onsite were left speechless.
Reba’s big eyes sparkled as she looked at Liu Lang:
“So impressive!”
Yang Mi was also visibly shaken, muttering to herself:
“This guy’s insane…”
As a talent agency boss, she could see what others might miss:
Lyrics and melody at god-tier level. Unbelievable MV and audio production skills. Emotionally moving vocals…
Damn. This guy wasn’t just a top-tier music producer.
He was an outright once-in-a-generation musical genius.
And what’s more? He was stupidly good-looking.
My god.
If he debuted in China, he’d shoot to the top of the charts. Dominating the stagnant music scene here would be totally doable…
Wait a minute!
Didn’t he say he’d just returned from studying abroad and was currently unemployed!!??
Yang Mi’s eyes lit up.
Her peach blossom eyes were now circling around Liu Lang like a cat eyeing a fresh tuna steak.
Meanwhile, Hua Chenxue’s face grew darker and darker.
He clearly hadn’t expected his “clever trap” to backfire this hard.
Instead of embarrassing Liu Lang, it gave him a huge spotlight.
And the flood of comparisons in the livestream?
They felt like a barrage of slaps across the face.
His expression turned from red to white to green, one shade after another—he was clearly in pain.
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